“Although we call these women loose, they tighten their thighs around thighs.” Willis BarnstoneAnakreon Author:Anakreon
“We go through Poseidon’s month. Ponderous clouds sag with water and furious storms break out collapsing the rain earthward.” DecemberWillis BarnstoneAnakreon Author:Anakreon
“Let us hang garlands of celery across our foreheads and call a festival to Dionysos.” Willis BarnstoneAnakreonDionysos Author:Anakreon
“O black winter of savage death that froze the spring of your unnumbered charms. The tomb tore you from brilliant day in this, your bitter sixteenth year. Your husband and father—blind with grief— Think of you, Anastasia, who were our sun.” Willis BarnstoneJulianus Author:Julianus
“Tears were fated for Hekabe and Ilium's women from the day of their birth, but Dion, just when you triumphed with famous works, all your wandering hopes were cast down by the gods. Now dead in your spacious city, you are honored by patriots— But I was one who loved you, O Dion!” PlatoWillis Barnstone Author:Plato
“This wheatless island stands like a donkey's back. It bristles with a tangle of wild woodland. Oh, there is no country so beautiful, no sensual earth that keys my passion as these plains around the river Siris.” Willis BarnstoneArchilochos Author:Archilochos
“Deadly is the singing of the night-raven, but when you, Demophilos, break into song, even the night-raven croaks.” Willis BarnstoneNikarchos Author:Nikarchos
“The season for sailing. Already the chattering swallow returns with the slender west wind. Meadows bloom, and the boiling waves of the sea, whipped by gales, are smooth and silent. Come then, sailor, haul in the anchors and loosen the hawsers, and sail with all the canvas flying. It is Priapos, god of the harbor, who warns you now: set out from this port for foreign cargoes.” Willis BarnstoneLeonidas Of Tarentum Author:Leonidas of Tarentum
“Who are you, O shipwrecked stranger? Leontichos found your corpse on the beach, buried you in this grave and cried thinking of his own hazardous life. For he knows no rest: he too roams over the sea like a gull.” Willis BarnstoneKallimachos Author:Kallimachos
“My fingers on her breasts, our mouths joined; I graze with deep fury on her silver neck; yet though I labor over Aphrogeneia this virgin lets me go so far—and denies me her bed. Her upper body she allows to Aphrodite, but her under parts she commits to chaste Athena. I waste away between.” Willis BarnstoneAthenaAphroditePaulus Silentiarius Author:Paulus Silentiarius